The day descended into darkness,
While I was shattered.
Having little to nothing to harness,
My conscience was tattered.
I felt my heart skipping a beat,
And my morale seemed limited.
My future looked like a blank sheet,
While my sentience plummeted.
Certain things were left unsaid,
Out of which, some were key.
I wish I was already dead,
But life wasn’t really done with me.